Drawings

                                    

                                          
(Y/n) = your name
(C/n) = crush name
(F/n) = friend name
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Requested: xX_Determination_Xx 
                          
You like a soccer player. But he/she doesn't notice you sitting at the bleachers. 
                          
Everyday you always watch him/her play soccer with his/her teammates. 
                          
It was a cloudy day, and you were sitting at the bleachers. You saw (c/n) practicing. You sighed and took out your drawing sketchbook. You took out a pencil and started drawing (c/n).
                          
You looked up to see (c/n). He/she kicked inside the net. You grinned. (C/n)'s cheered. You looked back down, drawing (c/n)'s body.
                          
Later~
                          
You were at home. "How's school?" Your parent(s) asked. "Good." You said, walking to your room. You locked the door and sat on your bed. You took out your sketchbook and looked at the drawing at (c/n). It looked exactly like (c/n).
                          
"Perfect." You said. It was a drawing of (c/n), kicking the ball, his/her eyes on the ball.
                          
You started to draw him/her again from memory.
                          
Next day~
                          
You closed your locker. "Damn (y/n). These drawing of (c/n) looks realistic." Your friend, (f/n) said. "Thanks." You said. She/he started flipping the pages. "Hey, I like this one!" You looked at the notebook. It was (c/n) playing soccer. "Thanks. I drew that yesterday." You smiled.
                          
You walked to class with (f/n). You got in class, sitting next to (f/n). "Hey, are you gonna draw him/her today?" (F/n) asked, pointing at the sketchbook she/he had in her/his hand. You shrugged. 
                          
"What do you mean," she shrugged. You shrugged again. "You should enter (c/n) playing soccer drawing into the drawing contest." You arched an eyebrow up. "Uh, no." You took the sketchbook away from her/him. (F/n) frowned. "Why not?" She/he asked. 
                          
You placed the sketchbook under your other class notebook. "Because if I do win, (c/n) will notice and feel... weird, knowing that someone is drawing her/him." You pointed out the reason. "So? Just... draw his/her face differently." You shook your head. "No.. I.. actually love this one." You blushed a little, looking away from (f/n).
                          
"Aw, that's cute." (F/n) said. Then the bell rang. (C/n) was sitting in the front of the class. "Hey, he/she is here. Draw him/her!" (F/n) whispered. You sighed and took out your sketchbook. You started drawing (c/n).
                          
You started drawing (c/n) everywhere he/she went. You had 4 classes with him/her. You drew him/he with his/her tongue sticking out, doing his/her classwork.
                          
Another one that he/she was presenting a slide, one that he/she was sleeping on his/her desk, and him/her talking to his/her friends.
                          
You went out to the field, seeing (c/n) was playing soccer with his/her teammates. You sat on the top of the bleachers and started drawing (c/n).
                          
Days later~
                          
You took out every notebook you had in your locker. You had 5 tests and you wouldn't have time coming to your locker during 3 minute till the bell rings. You grabbed seven notebooks, including your sketchbook. 
                          
You tried closing your locker. You closed it, but all the notebooks fell. "Oh no!" You kneeled down, picking each one. Then another hand came in. It wasn't yours. You looked up and saw (c/n). He/she was helping you. You got three while (c/n) carried four. 
                          
"Here you go." He/she handed them to you. "Thank you." You smiled. Then you realized you missed one. You looked down, seeing your sketchbook. It was opened, and it was the drawing of (c/n) playing soccer.
                          
You started panicking. (C/n) looked down, raising a eyebrow up. He/she picked it up and looked at it. "Did you draw this?" He/she said, looking at it. You looked down, blushing in embarrassment. "I..." you didn't know what to say. You heard pages flipping. You looked up and saw him/her looking at the other drawings.
                          
"This.. this is me sleeping in class, presenting a slide, talking to my friends, and playing soccer." He/she looked at you. "I.. I'm sorry." You said. 
                          
The bell rang.
                          
Well, there goes my test. You thought. 
                          
"Did you draw these?" (C/n) said. You slowly nodded your head. "I'm sorry. I.. just like to draw all lot and you were perfect to draw. I tried drawing my friend but she/he came out horrible." You said in a quiet voice. "I.. I love these. May I keep one?" You looked up at (c/n).
                          
"What?" You asked. He/she smiled. "I love these drawings of me. I like how you draw me." He/she grinned. You blushed slightly and mumbled a thank you. "So, is it okay if I keep one?" You nodded. "Really? Wow, thank you! Whichever?" (C/n)'s eyes twinkled with happiness. "Yes, whichever." You said. "Thank you!" He/she started flipping through. 
                          
Then he/she stopped. "Can I get this one?" He/she turned the notebook to you. It was the first drawing. Him/her playing soccer. "Sure." You said, smiling. "Thank you!" He/she carefully ripped the page.
                          
I can't believe my crush is getting a page from me! You thought. "Here you go. Sorry if I make you late." (C/n) said, handing you the sketchbook. "Thanks, and it's okay. I really don't like tests." You chuckled. 
                          
(C/n) smiled at you. "Ah tests. Well, I gotta go." (C/n) said. "Oh, Okay. Bye." You said. "Thanks again for the drawing." He/she said. "It's no problem. It is you anyways." You said. "Okay." He/she smiled.
                          
You started walking away, until (c/n) called you. "Hey, (y/n)." You turned back. "Come after school for my soccer game. Make sure you draw me." He/she winked and left. "Okay!" You said. You turned back around and squealed with delight. 
                          
A/n: sorry for the lack I've been having. My phone is all... ugh! :( and I have school tomorrow so.... yeah! Anyways, have a wonderful day/night! Bye!